Lynn unrolled the parchment scroll in his hands and studied the arrogant writing on it.
An amused smile crossed his face.
Hand of the King.
That little lunatic Joffrey certainly had some nerve.
"My lord, will you go?"
Miranda's voice carried a note of worry.
In the eyes of everyone in the North, King's Landing was no good place.
Everyone knew that Lord Ned Stark had returned to the North in disgrace.
And now that mad king was inviting her master to the same place, to take the same position.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
Lynn casually tossed the parchment scroll onto the table.
"Joffrey cleared away my greatest obstacle, and now he's handing me the most important position in the Kingdom."
"I have no reason to refuse such a fine opportunity."
Miranda's brow furrowed even more deeply.
"But it's too dangerous there."
"Dangerous?"
Lynn laughed.
He walked to the window and looked at the busy army of the dead outside the city.
"Now I'm the greater danger to them."
Miranda studied Lynn's profile and his unfathomable eyes, and the worry in her heart slowly subsided.
Yes.
He was now the undisputed, uncrowned king of the North.
A god of death commanding hundreds of thousands of dead soldiers.
A conqueror who could make dragons roar at his command.
The people in King's Landing were the ones who should be afraid.
Winterfell, the hall of the Main Keep.
The fire blazed in the fireplace, bathing the entire hall in warmth and light.
Yet the atmosphere was somewhat delicate.
For the first time, all of Lynn's women had gathered together.
Arya wore hunting clothes with Needle hanging at her waist. She looked dashing, but there was unease in her eyes.
Ygritte pressed close to Lynn, her wild eyes warily surveying every